Chapter 410
Could it be... he secretly concealed it, wanting to keep it all for himself?!
Yu Wen Cuo Jin cast a sharp gaze at Tan Zhu Yin.
“I’m not lying! I really only got this worthless stone!”
Tan Zhu Yin clenched his fists, feeling like the biggest fool.
But fortunately, Junzi Chengxin Zhu had lent him a hand, and it too had not grown.
Yu Wen Cuo Jin asked in a deep voice, “He clearly only obtained this stone bead in the underground palace, so why do you claim there are greater gains?”
“I’m not talking about him, but about the Huan Mo Sect.”
Li Mo’s eyes were filled with nostalgia, as if recalling distant memories: “Do you know who built the Yunmeng Underground Palace?”
“......”
The members of the Huan Mo Sect fell silent.
Yu Wen Cuo Jin had to shake his head; this history was too ancient, and there were no records of it in the sect. He didn’t even know if it had been erased by someone.
“It was built by a master of the Great Dream Path, to be precise, the Master of Huan Shen.”
“Her name is Qin Yuzhi; it was she who, with her astonishing talent, constructed the Yunmeng Underground Palace.”
“As for the purpose... heh, you should know why you’re going to the Yunmeng Underground Palace.”
For the ancestral god of Yunmeng?
The thought surged in Yu Wen Cuo Jin’s mind, stirring up a storm within him.
Whatever inheritance or divine artifact it was, in the presence of the ancestral god, it was insignificant!
Just as Yu Wen Cuo Jin was lost in his thoughts...
“Why didn’t you respond when I called for you, Brother Xian?” Luo Yexian asked at that moment.
Old Luo was quite something; he picked up the conversation perfectly. I’ll get you a bowl of braised beef noodles later.
Li Mo replied, “Naturally, it was for something more important.”
Looking at the still somewhat confused members of the Huan Mo Sect, he sighed, seemingly lamenting the ignorance of the younger generation.
“Let me be straightforward. I went directly to the core of the underground palace that day and met your Dream God, who is also the Yunmeng Immortal.”
“He revived using the body of that Master Qin, who stands before you now.”
“!!!”
This statement was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of the Huan Mo Sect members!
Yu Wen Cuo Jin’s scalp tingled.
He recalled something: the woman had scolded them for being unworthy descendants, and it hadn’t provoked a reaction from Junzi Chengxin Zhu, which meant it was all heartfelt.
This woman is the Master Qin...
To be precise, she is... the ancestral god of Yunmeng?!
“How could the ancestral god only be at the Xuan realm?” Yu Wen Cuo Jin muttered to himself.
“Time wears down the bones of heroes; isn’t it normal for such a long period?” Li Mo said expressionlessly.
“True... true...”
The clever Yu Wen Cuo Jin began to think.
Is it possible that gathering the power of all beings is to restore the ancestral god’s strength?
Cold sweat trickled down Yu Wen Cuo Jin’s back, and he no longer felt the arrogance he had before.
He quickly commanded the sect members:
“Put away the bamboo! Put away the bamboo!”
Then he led the way in respectfully bowing, saying they had come to honor the ancestral god’s manifestation.
Qin Yuzhi: “.......”
It seemed they had misunderstood something.
Moreover, Li Mo hadn’t told a single lie.
However, she still cooperatively snorted coldly, and dream butterflies flew back from all directions; these were her means of sending dreams to the people of the Southern Wilderness.
Dream Path!
This was a great path that had long been lost in the Huan Mo Sect, along with the silence of the ancestral god of Yunmeng, and now it had reappeared!
At that moment, the last shred of doubt in Yu Wen Cuo Jin’s heart vanished, and he exclaimed:
“You have descended! Why didn’t you inform us to welcome you back to the sect?”
“I am currently working under the Black Earth Immortal,” Qin Yuzhi replied coldly.
“！！！！”
Luo Yexian looked at Lei Mo, his eyes filled with shock and reverence.
Even the ancestral god is working under this Black Earth Immortal?
The ancestral god is a true immortal descended from the nine heavens!
What kind of terrifying entity is this person and the vast Xiangxian Sect behind them?!
Recalling his earlier arrogance, he felt a sense of survival, grateful that the immortal hadn’t held it against him.
“You, you have some tea,” Yu Wen Cuo Jin hurriedly offered the elder a cup of tea.
“Do you mind if I take some of the power of all beings?” Li Mo asked with a half-smile.
“Heh, what are you saying? We’re all family here; there’s no need for such formalities. Besides, that power of all beings has already been fully utilized.”
Yu Wen Cuo Jin felt that the power of all beings was meant to restore the strength of the ancestral god of Yunmeng.
The Black Earth Immortal truly had a grand plan, having laid out such a large chessboard.
He really wanted to cry.
As someone born into this, he felt a bit ashamed.
“However, what method do you rely on for this collection and teaching?”
“It’s already such an era, and you’re still doing traditional teaching.”
Li Mo smiled slightly: “Tianzun brand instant noodles, you deserve it!”
........
As night fell, a group of Huan Mo Sect members arrived with great momentum but left filled with gratitude, thanking the immortal profusely.
Even Tan Zhu Yin offered up that stone bead, as it was of no use to him anyway.
And Li Mo had only given them a recipe for an instant noodle seasoning packet.
Qin Yuzhi watched their retreating figures: “Just like that, you gave it to them? Aren’t you afraid they’ll come to snatch the power of all beings from us later?”
Li Mo was tidying up the kitchenware and replied softly, “If something can truly allow more people to benefit, why care who made it?”
“If they remain stubborn, how could a single packet of instant noodles change anything? In the end... the eyes of the masses are sharp.”
“......”
Qin Yuzhi was taken aback, suddenly feeling that she couldn’t quite understand this young man.
Even in today’s world, the teachings of the academies still emphasized respect for heaven, earth, rulers, parents, and teachers, with a clear hierarchy.
Li Mo’s words sounded strange, yet the more she thought about them, the more they seemed right. Which private school taught such things?
Just as she was feeling moved, she heard Li Mo’s voice:
“Qin Jie, let’s head to the next stop. I’m in a hurry to return to Qiushui Pavilion to enjoy the moon!”
“It’s all this Huan Mo Sect’s fault for interrupting; I’m going to miss it!”
“.....”
Is that really a proper moon-viewing?
......
P.S.: I ask the audience for support (pulls out a broken bowl).
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**Chapter 455: Who’s Really Pulling the Strings? You’ve Encountered a Bad Ice Block**
On the way back to Senluo Valley, Yu Wen Cuo Jin examined the instant noodle recipe.
When the immortal handed over the recipe, there was only one requirement.
That was, no matter how it was sold or given, it must bear the name ‘Tianzun brand.’
Yu Wen Cuo Jin was starting to piece things together.
“If we manage to make it, wouldn’t that mean a significant portion of the power of all beings would count towards Tianzun?”
“According to Luo Yexian, that immortal usually appears like a dragon that’s hard to find; today, she just happened to be in the Southern Wilderness, right where she first started her teachings in San Shan Town...”
“She was waiting for me! And this recipe was prepared long ago?! Using my hands to expand her influence?”
As Yu Wen Cuo Jin thought of this, he couldn’t help but take another deep breath of the instant noodle seasoning air.
What a deep scheme!
It seemed like nothing had been done, everything appeared to flow naturally, but in reality, every step was under the other’s control!
What was even more terrifying was that what he saw was probably just the tip of the iceberg; the long-silent Xiangxian Sect suddenly preaching in the world, their ambitions must be vast!
No wonder even the ancestral god of Yunmeng was willing to cut green onions for her!
“Let’s first send this recipe to the Blood Refining Hall.”
“Let’s see if they can make Tianzun sauce....”
.........
Time passed, and the three suns gradually sank into the Qingyuan Mountains.
The last unwilling streak of dusk illuminated the leaves of the large banyan tree in the courtyard, causing the final withered leaf to flutter down, landing on a slender, crystalline hand.
But it seemed as if separated by an invisible veil, the withered leaf slipped away.
Ying Bing sat beneath the banyan tree, her skin not only fair but also radiating a layer of jade-like sheen.
She had changed into a white bathrobe, but the hazy figure behind the robe was outlined in black; the robe was clearly shorter than her moonlight dress, revealing a segment of her calf, which was wrapped in dark clouds, a sight that was breathtaking.
Her expressionless face was illuminated by the twilight, showing a mix of light and shadow, one half cold and serene, the other half adorned with the colors of night.
She gazed vaguely at the courtyard gate, seemingly waiting for someone...
Suddenly, footsteps approached.
“I’m exhausted.”
But entering was the Master of the Huan Mo Sect. She glanced at Ying Bing’s attire, a bit surprised:
“Xiao Bing, have you practiced body tempering martial arts?”
“Yeah, just tried it a bit.”
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